Who: Juliet Dearborn and Rhys Nott
What: Fight fight fight
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Saturday afternoonish


"Well that's smart, Nott! If you don't want me to be such a bitch, then why don't you stop being such a huge prick and making a game of hacking me off all the bloody time!"

Juliet Dearborn crossed her arms over her chest and turned her body half away from Rhys with a scoff. Honestly, first he had to show up to the Hogsmeade weekend--again--and then he had to follow her around as usual, just to get a rise out of her, and then when she finally exploded in his face and told him to fuck off, go to hell, jump off a cliff, whatever the chosen words were that day, he got mad at her. He was mad at her! Honestly? She couldn't believe the nerve of him, being angry at her--for 'being mean.' What were they, primary schoolers? No, no--he could go fuck himself, because there was no way that he got to be an intolerable arse and then expect that she wasn't going to be a raging bitch right back about it.

Her angry yells reverberated off the close walls of the narrow alleyway, an alcove into which he'd pulled her right before he started getting pissy. Getting pissy because she was being mean. Fuck him, honestly. Just--he was the only person that could get Juliet this riled up and she absolutely hated it, but he had no common fucking sense, no idea of when enough was enough, and he just couldn't seem to get enough of trying to piss her off; which, quite obviously, he did a decent job of doing.

"I don't even get it!" she continued in her loud tones, returning to face him. "What the hell do you want? If I'm so mean, then why don't you just fucking give up already and leave me alone?"

Rhys felt his face screw up tight and his shoulders hunch together tight in aggravation. What did he want-- what did he want? All he wanted was for Juliet to stop this act she had put on for far too long and just let things go back to relative normality like before. Was that so challenging? For Merlin's sake it had nearly been eight months already, what the hell was she still going on? It had gotten old, very old, and Rhys was more than done with her acting like this all the time.

"Oh--- I'm sorry, is there another way that humans can talk to you? Because it's bloody impossible to talk with you that does not include you bitching about anything that's said!" Rhys too felt his voice get louder, and his hands wave violently near his sides. Alright, he had no clue what he had just said, and what it meant, but he did know that he was angry enough to think that it actually made sense. Rhys continued to glare, his chin now dipping low in an almost smoldering look.

"Because! You're--- this is ridiculous! Just--- this shouldn't be happening! And you're all tied up about fuck knows what, and somehow you think that all of this will solve these nonexistent problems that don't even exist! I don't get it!" he challenged, suddenly standing up very straight. Holy shit she was so infuriating, he didn't get it. All he wanted was his fucking girlfriend to act like--- fine, he would even go as far to say come back, as weak as it seemed, but it was true. But noo, she had to scratch and pull by her finger nails back into this, because obviously, they had so many problems.

"Just get over yourself already!"

Juliet couldn't help it but to allow a loud, sudden laugh to break forth from her lips at his last yell. It was sarcastic and humorless--although how whiny he sounded was quite entertaining--and sounded more like a response to insult than a response to amusement.

"Me get over myself?" she exclaimed incredulously. "You've got to be kidding me! I told you it was over, Rhys, eight fucking months ago, and as funny as you might find it ignoring that, I bloody well meant it! And you think I'm the one that needs to get over myself when you're so convinced that you're just too great, that there's no bloody possible way that I would break up with you. Problems or not, I find your arrogance in the matter a hell of a good reason to not be dating you."

She shook her head in disbelief and looked up at him, her arms still crossed very tightly across her chest, a testament to her stubbornness in the matter. "Speaking of which, as I've mentioned several times in the past, you wouldn't be angry at me at all if you would just admit we're not dating. So unless you're ready to finally admit that to me, I'll be off now to enjoy the rest of my Hogsmeade weekend far away from you and your pissy attitude."

He wanted to smack her. Well, not smack her, but something to the effect of flicking her forcefully in the forehead enough to the point where she would stop ranting about how they were 'broken up.' Because it was bullshit. They both knew that the only reason she had even brought it up was because something had possessed her to think that they 'wouldn't work' while she was still in school. Well. Rhys felt like he was seeing her much more often now than if they were still together, so who's right now?

"That's not even valid! You have no reason to be going on about this, because there was no reason to break up in the first place. I'm ignoring it because it's complete shit, and yet here you are, actually thinking this is something legitimate." At this point, Rhys was at a near snarl, and he didn't really care how emotional he was getting over this. Later, he would probably care a lot because it's somewhat pathetic, but now? No no.

His hands flung down to his sides, and Rhys felt his arms tense up. Fine--- fine. She wanted to go? Fine then, he didn't need to deal with this, or her, anymore. "Fine! Go!" he started up again, one arm flying behind him toward the main street. "You're so eager to resolve nothing, then fucking go!"

Juliet was unable to stop the surprised arch of her brow that Rhys' last words elicited. Just go? She should have been happy to hear that and have stormed off promptly back into the village streets, finally free of his presence--but she wasn't. And as she tried to move her feet, she found that they were stuck to the ground they stood on, facing him in a defiance that was being watered down more and more each second that she stayed put, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

He didn't just tell her to leave. This was all wrong and defied all logic of the situation because--Rhys was relentless and he'd been playing this game with her for eight months now no matter what she said and now all of a sudden he was telling her to leave? Forget it, just go? Sure he was angry, but it was still a highly unexpected response, and one that Juliet found she wasn't prepared to reply to.

Her arms came from across her chest as she stared at him, forcing her mouth shut so that she didn't look like some fish out of water in her speechlessness and--no, no, this bastard! Who did he think he was? She would not just fucking go!

It was her anger and frustration that finally moved her, one foot stepping in front of the other swiftly to close the gap between them, and Juliet did the only thing that she could think of, no idea whether it would make him angrier or pleased--she pulled him to her in a crushing kiss.

What--- what? That had been the absolute last thing Rhys had been expecting to happen. Actually, if he had to say, he had been nearly one-hundred percent sure that Juliet would have listened to him, for once, and stomped off toward the main street, only forcing him grab onto her yet again to make her stay because obviously, she wasn't suppose to leave. But that was definitely not what was happening now. Rhys didn't even try to hide the shock on his face as his eyes popped open once she pulled him in to kiss him hard. This was too... what the hell was going on, holy shit. He didn't even-- no, okay this was not how things should be---

Oh, fuck it. Even Rhys knew deep down that Juliet controlled this relationship, as much as he tried to defy it everyday. There really was no use in fighting it; she seemed to actually want to be around him now.

Reacting finally, he pushed his face hard back onto hers, fully enjoying this feeling that had taken far too long to happen again. It had been... Rhys didn't even know. He didn't care, it didn't really matter now anyway, since this seemed to be something of a catching up. Or not. Actually, he had no clue, and that didn't really bother him either. Rhys moved his hands to hold onto the general area near her waist for some balance.

Damn, so he wasn't pissed off about the kiss. No, instead, Juliet would have said that her on-the-fly attempt at being rebellious had failed rather miserably; he had been shocked, but now he had his hands on her and he was kissing back. Juliet wanted to pull away and tease him, save face for this by taking it back before he could get any real enjoyment out of it or think that this meant that she actually wanted him there, but--

But she couldn't. Her body was refusing her and in spite of every sane thought in her head, her mind was telling her that she wanted this. She liked this. It was telling her that it had been way too long since she had kissed the bastard, and she would be just wasting her time trying to deny how good his lips felt against hers. How the warmth of his chest pressed up against hers made her heart beat just fast enough to cause her face to flush lightly. How the skin underneath where his hands touched her waist tingled at the contact, as if telling her that she had gone far too long without letting someone hold her that way and it had forgotten what such a thing felt like.

She really fucking hated him.

And Rhys hated Juliet too, but for far different reasons. Mostly now because even if he wanted to leave and get away from her, he couldn't. This feeling was too good, far too good to pass up or even think about walking away from, so, there he was. Still snogging Juliet Dearborn, except now it had gotten much more heated and they were up against the brick wall with his hands beginning to roam her skin.

Ah. Okay. They needed to--- well, he wanted to get out of here. That didn't necessarily mean it would happen, or was even become close to happening. But Rhys liked to believe that because Juliet was still here, and hadn't pulled back yet. She probably would; she wasn't going to go for this.

Alright, he still had to try.

"We--- should----" Rhys started in a very low tone, almost gasping in between breaths. Okay, he really needed this; really, really needed this. It had been months, and she was here now which only added to everything, and why were they still in this disgusting alleyway? "Go----" He began to direct her off the wall, but still holding onto her tight. "Somewhere."

Juliet wasn't sure how to respond to that. His hands on her skin must have been rendering her temporarily stupid--oh, she hated this, she hated him, christ above--because with the way he was kissing her, all she wanted to do was to go to this somewhere and just--auugh, fucking jerk, what the hell was she still doing even snogging him, much less seriously contemplating going to--

She pulled off the wall with Rhys, hands working of their own accord to hold him tight against her so as not to lose this feeling, which was cursedly the best thing she'd felt in a long time. "I---"

Speechless. He had her fucking speechless. She was going to fucking murder him the second all of this was over.

But for now, murder Rhys Nott was the last thing that she wanted to do. For the first time in what felt like forever, she just wanted to keep him there and Merlin's--the intensity of his kisses were thrilling, hypnotizing her in a way, and she knew that she couldn't tell him no even if she'd wanted to. She fleetingly realized that she was going to regret this later, before that thought flew from her head, replaced by the presence of the words she had been missing. "Let's---okay, I---yes, somewhere---"

A wide, true smile appeared on his lips for what felt like a very long time, and Rhys pulled Juliet close again to kiss her. Merlin--- see. This was what he was talking about; she didn't hate him, as much as she'd like to think so. And if she did, and this was hate, then he really wanted to find out what along the lines of love was, because this was just fine by his standards.

"I--- come on," he slurred quickly, not waiting to wrap his arms around her as tight as possible. A few seconds later they both disappeared with a loud crack that echoed across the alleyway. Ha.